The Beginning

Once upon a time long ago there were kings, queens, knights, dragons, and vampires. There were two young knights. I know the stereotype of a knight; perfect, saving the damsel in distress… bla, bla, bla. These two were no ordinary knights.

There was a young man so beautiful he resembled Narcissus in looks. He had long wavy dark hair and eyes the color of emeralds. His smile could charm a bird out of a tree. Even though he may sound perfect, he had all the flaws of any teenaged boy.

Second of the two had been his friend since he was a small boy living on the outskirts of town. A young woman who was the more unusual of the two. S he had piercing eyes the color of turquoise and beautiful light brown hair. Her lips were red to shame the red, red rose.

They were tall and strong, beautiful and dangerous. In combat when they fought they were terrible yet wonderful. The young man was Edward and the young woman Isabella. They had both met as children living on the outskirts of town. They had always played together; pretend swordfights and battles and of course both were evenly matched.

Isabella had longtime harbored feelings for Edward. Edward would probably just ignore her if she pledged her love to him. The story behind that is… When they were both training for the royal army, they were asked to fight each other. To the death. Edward had gained the upper hand in the battle and had struck her down. His sword was at her throat and beads of blood appeared as she gulped. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. Edward's tight jaw loosened a little and his eyes softened. He took his sword off her neck and seethed it. He walked to the edge of the arena and sat down. After this he did not talk to her or acknowledge her presence if she was in the same room. Later on she had confronted him in a hallway.

" Why did you even bother? You could have just killed me and saved yourself the misery."

He was taken aback by the acidity of her voice.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"When I'm in the same room as you, you act like I don't exist."

"I don't act like you don't exist." He mumbled.

" Yes you do! Don't lie to me!" He tried to speak but she yelled, " I hate you!" without meaning it. A look of shock and hurt crossed Edward's face. Then it was replaced by anger.

" Fine, do what you want. I don't give a damn if you live or die anymore. You are nothing to me. I don't even know you any more." He turned around and walked down the hall towards his room without another word and did not turn back. Nowadays, he only talks to her when it is an emergency or when it was necessary. When he did talk to her, he avoided her eyes because he knew what he would feel if he looked into them. Ignoring her was better, he decided. They were brought before the king and queen one day. The king was a plump, kind-faced man who loved all of his subjects. His face was bright, happy, and round with his beetle black eyes glittering whenever he spoke. He had jet-black hair and a small moustache just visible on his upper lip. The queen was just as likeable, if not more. She was slim and beautiful. Her eyes were an icy blue, her hair, down to her waist, was a lovely red. Edward and Isabella were paired up to be the king's personal knights.

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I bet he's wondering why I look so glum when I usually jump at every chance I get to be with him. And sure enough that was the case because when he caught up with her he asked,

" Why do you look ass if your horse had just died?"